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He’s looking at me as if I’m strong and capable.

Like I’m his equal.

My blood thickens with the realization that I gave him too many pieces tonight. Too many truths slipped from my mouth, so now I need to steal something for myself.

A piece of him for all the shattered pieces of me.

“Marlin.” Swallowing thickly, I can’t bring myself to look away, “Why did you pull me out of the water?”

Silence stretches out between us until finally Marlin clears his throat.

“I’m afraid you were right, little saint.”

The gravel in his voice sends a shiver through me. His eyes drop from my face to the water, as if he’s found the answer he was looking for.

“I wanted to be the one to hold you under.”

The cold grip of fear slinks up my spine.

“That’s not funny.”

His lips ease into a smile, a horrible smile that has me backing away.

“Do you know what I love about fear?” A large hand suddenly wraps around my wrist, pulling me closer, “It has the power to leave alastingimpression, little saint.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“When the darkness closes in, whose face do you see? Is it mine or is it Finley’s?” He lets out a long sigh, “Because the latter just won’t do.”

His grip on my arm tightens and so does the panic creeping up my throat.

“Marlin,don’t even think-

Water crashes into my mouth and I start to choke.

On the fear. On the water.

On the man pulling me deeper into the darkness.

The villain who won’t let me go.

Chapter 37

MARLIN

Chlorine burns my eyes as I swim towards the bottom of the pool.

Melody keeps fighting me, trying to claw her way through my skin as I drag her along. The pod lights offer a dim glow as I keep on swimming, ignoring the nails attacking every exposed inch of me.

Once we reach a sufficient level, I finally stop. Turning to face my little saint, I take my time admiring the string bikini doing a poor job of keeping her breasts covered. The tiny purple triangles are askew, and I can just make out the angry peaks.

The teasing sight combined with the panic filling Melody’s eyes has my cock bulging against my speedo. She looks absolutely terrified and I cannot remember a time when I felt more alive.

My little saint, an accomplice to murder.

And now she’s trapped in the deep end with me.

Pressing a hand to her chest, I wait until those panicked eyes meet mine.

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